AN- short one-shot that I just came up with in like 10 minutes, kinda angst but there's a light in the tunnel at the end!
Roy looked down at his hands. How had he come to this, sitting 6-inches deep in dirt, blood soaked clothes covering his entire body, but what disturbed him the most was the red splotches discoloring his once pristine white gloves. So this is the military, 'be though for the people.' He remembered back in the good old days living in the Hawkeye residence. He had a place to go home to, and actual bed. It seemed like such a dream world now, besides it's not like he could just run back there. He had chosen the military in order to make a difference in the world, to bring peace through alchemy. Is that even possible? Peace after this? One thing he knew for sure, the Ishbalans would not forgive the military easily, that is if there are any of them left after this massacre.
Roy Mustang pulled himself up out of the mud, slipped back on his gloves and walked back to his tent for the night.
Sitting up high in her tower, black blanket covering her back completely concealing her from sight, the Hawk's eyes see all that happens outside of the military's encampment including a figure of a man sitting in the mud. He looks like all most officers who have been here to long; lost, wavering moral and covered both body and mind in blood of the enemy, too tired to clean it off knowing tomorrow it will just get covered again. She remembered a place that she used to call home, but the moment she saw her father dead in the arms of his apprentice, she new she could never call that home again. The only choice she had left was to make sure her father's work stayed in the hands of the man she once knew, but after this war, she wondered if he would go just as crazy as her father at the end of his days.
She had to admit; when she saw him for the first time on the field there was a temptation to end the line of her father's corrupt alchemy that killed thousands of Ishbalans once and for all. But along with the temptation to end it all, a voice in the back of her mind kept telling her that he was not her father. He was idealistic and had high hopes for this country. If anyone could make a difference it was him.
So as she pulled the trigger for what felt like the hundredth time that night, she remembered the man she used to know and hoped one day all of this would be worth it.
AN- read and review, you know the drill.
love to all,
Shaman-Taka